There is no doubt that the rebellion that broke out in the Luskan Arcane Brotherhood instantly shocked the entire Northland like a bomb.
Because ever since Akram Grace came to Luskan and personally founded the Arcane Brotherhood, he has been the undisputed ruler of the city and even the surrounding areas.
It has been maintained for more than ten or twenty years, and no one has ever dared to challenge his authority.
But now, the four tower masters have joined forces with several other high-level mages to overthrow the tyrant's rule in one fell swoop.
Not only that, they also severely injured the latter, forcing him to escape in an extremely embarrassed manner. It is unknown whether he is even alive now.
The most important thing is that the timing of launching this rebellion is so sensitive that whether it is Silvermoon City, Neverwinter City, or Waterdeep City near the south, they think these guys are completely crazy.
This is because the rulers of these cities have already learned that the fleet of Nelanthel Islands has just wiped out Luskan's fleet and has now landed on the Whalebone Islands to deal with the pirates who are allies with Luskan. Moreover, Zuo Si had also said hello before, making it clear that he would completely destroy the Arcane Brotherhood this time and bring Luskan into his sphere of influence.
Therefore, serious civil strife breaks out in the Arcane Brotherhood at this time, and they simply don't know how to write the word "death".
Realizing that the opportunity to defeat his old enemy Luskan was imminent, Lord Nasir ignored the opposition of his men and immediately contacted some traditional allies in the surrounding areas, formed a coalition of up to 4,000 people, and marched to the border in a mighty manner.
Pretend to attack.
Realizing this, the Arcane Society did not bother to fight for power, and immediately ordered the few troops in the city to organize themselves to face off tensely with the Neverwinter coalition forces across a river.
But what's interesting is that no matter which side it is, there is no chance to take action first. Instead, they strictly restrain their soldiers and prohibit any provocative actions.
For Neverwinter, as long as it can hold back Luskan's troops, the mission has been completed. There is no need to take huge risks to fight.
Luskan, on the other hand, had just lost almost all of its fleet and skilled sailors, leaving only a few unknown ordinary pirate captains who could barely maintain the situation and did not dare to take the initiative to attack.
Once they lose, complete destruction awaits Luskan.
Not to mention anything else, the orcs, half-orcs, barbarians, goblins, wolves, giants, ogres, trolls and other monsters from the north can kill everyone in the city and even become their opponent's food. Don’t think this is a joke!
At the most dangerous time, Luskan even issued an emergency order, which prohibited all non-human intelligent creatures from approaching the city wall.
This shows how terrifying the survival pressure this city, which stands at the northernmost tip of Faerûn, is facing.
It is this kind of mentality of "fearing both sides" that allows both sides to maintain a delicate balance in a very rare way.
Watching the nervous and anxious reactions of the Luskan soldiers on the other side of the river, Lord Nasir immediately smiled and said to the paladin beside him: "It seems that the news is true. Luskan's fleet was really wiped out, and Akko
Lem Grace was also wounded and escaped during the rebellion. The Arcane Brotherhood and Luskan are currently in chaos. It won't be long before the biggest threat in the North will be eradicated once and for all." "Your Excellency, I must remind you that your approach is not in line with the teachings of Tyr, the God of Justice." Aribes looked obviously confused.
Because strictly speaking, Neverwinter's role in this incident was not glorious, and it had nothing to do with the word justice. It was all an exchange of politics and interests.
"I know this is not in line with Tyr's teachings. But the problem is that there is never any justice in politics. As a lord, the only thing I can do is to do my best without violating the principles.
Neverwinter strives for more benefits and ensures that all residents are protected from harm from the outside world."
When saying these words, Lord Nasir clearly showed helplessness.
If possible, he also hopes to implement his ideals as he did when taking risks, use the sword in his hand to hoe the strong and help the weak, and save innocent people in danger.
But if we do this in politics, Neverwinter City may fall into a situation of no return in a matter of minutes.
"What kind of promise did Soth give that made you willing to take such a big risk?" Aribes probed in an uncertain tone.
Lord Nasir replied nonchalantly: "A lot! Including purchasing a large amount of fresh fruits, vegetables, meat, and dairy products from Neverwinter City, and providing us with sugar, salt, spices, condiments, cloth, silk, and grain.
There are the most important high-grade steel ingots. Do you remember those long swords, helmets and breastplates that were commissioned from the blacksmith not long ago?"
Aribes nodded slightly: "Of course I remember. Those blacksmiths were full of praise for the quality of the steel ingots, and believed that the finished products were no less inferior to magic weapons and armor with level 1 enchantment."
"These steel ingots are the deposit paid to us by Soth in advance. Such steel ingots will provide us with another 1,500 yuan after the completion of the project, which is enough to arm an army of about 3,000 people." p>
As he spoke, Lord Nasir turned his attention to the Neverwinter City guards who had just finished changing their uniforms not long ago.
Just the shining armor and weapons on their bodies made people from other towns in the coalition feel envious.
You must know that although Neverwinter City has hot springs from underground and is rich in various agricultural products, poultry, and livestock, it does not have any decent iron ore resources. It can only be purchased from other places at high prices.
Therefore, Zuo Si can steadily provide special steel from the industrial era, which is very attractive to Neverwinter City.
"Okay, maybe you are right. I still have reservations about Neverwinter joining this war." Aribes finally compromised.
As one of the top military commanders, she is very aware of the Neverwinter army's desire for high-quality steel.
Moreover, Miraba, a town rich in steel products in the North, is located on the upper reaches of the Mirar River. If you take the relatively cheap waterway, you will inevitably pass through Luskan, and you may be robbed by pirates at any time.
If you take the land route, you need to make a large circle through Chang'an Town, Three Boars, and Red Pine Town, and finally reach Waterdeep City, and then cross the Sword Mountains and Swamp of the Dead from Waterdeep City.
Just the monsters along the way and the soaring costs caused by long-distance land transportation are enough to make the price of these military supplies soar several times or even more than ten times.
Not to mention how much goods and wealth the prosperous maritime trade can bring to the city after the Luskan pirates disappear.
Therefore, no city in the North would be as eager for Luskan to disappear or find a new owner as Neverwinter is.
Lord Nasir shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "It doesn't matter, as long as you don't openly oppose it. In fact, the Church of the God of Justice does not support me, but I still have to do it. Once a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this comes,
If you miss it, I’m afraid there won’t be another time.”
"How long will it take for the fleet from the Nelanthel Islands to arrive at Luskan and launch a general attack?" Aribes couldn't help but ask.
"Maybe three days, maybe five days. I'm looking forward to how Luskan, who always likes foreign aggression and expansion, will react when they see a huge fleet appearing in their port."
When saying these words, Lord Nasir's tone was filled with undisguised gloating.
After all, this was how Luskan threatened a series of surrounding city-states, including Neverwinter.
With their huge pirate fleet, they can plunder whoever they want. Neverwinter's ports and ships have been robbed more than once.
When the losses were heaviest, most of the dock area was occupied by the incoming pirates. Countless warehouses, houses and shops were evacuated and then set on fire without restraint.
As for the residents, those who resisted were all mercilessly killed without exception, and the prisoners were all put on ships and transported back to Luskan as slaves to be sold.
Young and beautiful women are also subject to inhumane gang rape and abuse.
In short, since the founding of Neverwinter, the bloody feud with Luskan has been endless for three days and three nights.
Lord Nasir hopes to completely end the grievances between the two sides under his rule and seek justice for the murdered residents of Neverwinter.
After all, there are many understandings of "justice", and "just revenge" is naturally included among them.
"Will we launch an attack then?" Aribes subconsciously put her hand on the hilt of her sword.
"It depends on whether our allies will send people to support us. You must know that many of this coalition forces are used by surrounding towns to resist threats from the wild world. I don't want them to suffer too heavy losses."<
/p>
Having said that, Lord Nasir ignored the young paladin who held an increasingly important position under him and walked alone towards the tent not far away.
He still had some details to discuss with representatives from other towns about this war.
Aribes stood there in confusion.
Because as her position became higher and her responsibilities became heavier, she began to gradually come into contact with the dark side of politics and a lot of insider trading.
This kind of behavior is undoubtedly a kind of torture and suffering for the paladin who symbolizes absolute kindness and order.
Although most of the time, she can understand the choices made by Lord Nasir.
But understanding is one thing, and recognition is another.
Just when the entire Northland was in disbelief at the civil strife that broke out in the Arcane Brotherhood, Akram Grace, who had fled to the safe house, was drinking a bottle of potion to treat serious injuries with trembling hands, temporarily stabilizing himself.
A dying and aging body.
At this moment, he no longer looked as majestic and cold as usual, but instead looked as weak as an old man in his dying years.
There is no doubt that this high-level rebellion was fatal to him.
The physical damage is secondary, the key is the mental and psychological blow.
Akram Grace even couldn't help but wonder whether what he had done before was wrong. He should not have given those tower owners too much power, let alone let the bottomless internal affairs within the Arcane Brotherhood be allowed.
Dou.
But unfortunately it's too late to think about this now.
Except for an aging body that may not last even a year, he can be said to have nothing now.
As for fighting back to regain the leadership of the Arcane Brotherhood and even Luskan, it is simply impossible to do so in the current state.
Although the tower owners and high-level mages will fall into a new round of internal fighting to divide their rights, Akram Grace can guarantee that as soon as he appears, the other party will immediately drop everything and join forces to deal with him. p>
"Damn bastards! Traitors! One day I will make you pay for this! A price more terrible than death!" The old mage cursed in a low voice through gritted teeth.
Just when he opened the door and wanted to go out for some air, he suddenly found a very beautiful woman standing at the door of his safe house, saying in a slightly weird accent: "Ah! You finally showed up.
, Akram Grace. You know, I have been waiting for you in this town for quite a long time."
"Who are you?!"
The old mage immediately retreated vigilantly and prepared to activate the protective magic of the safe house.
Ever since he experienced a surprise attack that almost resulted in death, he had become extremely nervous, as if everyone was coming to kill him.
After all, in ruling the Arcane Brotherhood and Luskan for so many years, Arkham Grace has offended too many people and provoked too many enemies.
God knows when a Harper assassin will suddenly appear from the corner and thrust a sharp dagger directly into the eye, the back of the heart or the jaw.
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"You can call me Nephitis. I am here to negotiate a deal with you on behalf of a very powerful hell lord."
As she spoke, this beautiful woman quickly shed her disguise and showed her true form.
Exquisite magic armor, huge black wings, a long bow wrapped in red flames, and a long sword in a scabbard hanging from his waist. He is over 1.8 meters tall, and exudes an indescribable aura all over his body.
The breath of depravity.
There is no doubt that this is a devil from Baator Hell, and it is the most special kind of "lust demon" among many devils.
Unlike most demons who can be promoted to a more advanced form if they accumulate enough merit, the demon of desire cannot be promoted in form.
Similarly, other demons cannot become lust demons through promotion.
There are only two ways to give birth to lust demons. One is for the lust demons to give birth to their own offspring, and the other is for pure celestial beings to be corrupted and corrupted by the power of hell.
Zariel, the former lord of the first level of hell, "Daughter of War", became very interested in bloody battles and finally chose to join it personally. As a result, she died tragically under the siege of endless demons and demonic armies.
Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell, sensed its huge potential, and finally resurrected it and gave it a unique form, appointing it as the lord on the front line against the devil.
To a certain extent, Zariel's birth is the epitome of countless celestial beings degenerating into lust demons.
It's just that she was very powerful before, and after her resurrection she became the lord of the first level of hell.
After other heavenly creatures fell, most of them took the form of desire demons.
As for the transaction between the demon of desire and the devil, which is famous even in the multiverse, it is impossible for Akram Grace, a mage, not to know about it. He immediately asked vigilantly: "Do you want my soul?" p>
"Haha, why not? After all, your soul has long been filled with evil, and you are also an unbeliever. Besides hell, do you think you have any other better options? Don't tell me.
It is the devil of the bottomless abyss. Only the real lunatics and lunatics will choose to give their souls to the devil."
The demon who called himself Nephitis broke through the old mage's psychological defense with a smile on his face.
In fact, she has been observing the other party for a long time. It can be traced back to when Arkham Grace arrived in Luskan, started to create the Arcane Brotherhood from scratch, and brought those pirates under his control.
.
Through these actions, the desire demon can be 100% sure that this is a precious soul that meets the requirements of his master.
"Stop dreaming! I will not trade my soul!" Akram Grace sternly refused.
"Don't refuse in a hurry. Why don't you listen to the conditions I can offer? After all, now you have half a foot in the coffin, and you will usher in physical death in three to four months at most."
As he spoke, the desire demon took out a parchment scroll that smelled of sulfur from somewhere on his body.
Although Akram Grace was very resistant to selling his soul, he still opened it and took a look with the intention of giving it a try.
As a result, this look made his whole body start to tremble with excitement.
Because the conditions offered by the devil are exactly what he needs most right now, which is the complete ritual of transforming the lich.
Not only that, these devils also promised to help them regain the dominance of the Arcane Brotherhood and Luskan after turning into lichs.
"What, I didn't lie to you?" Nephitis blinked meaningfully.
As the force that best understands the "art of transaction" in the entire multiverse, the reason why Devil's Contract is so famous is that they can always offer tempting terms that the other party cannot refuse.
Akram Grace is obviously hesitating and struggling.
After two or three minutes, he cautiously tried: "If I transform into a lich, you won't be able to take away my soul, right?"
Nephitis smiled and responded: "No, you are wrong. There are many ways to control a soul. It does not mean that you can avoid fulfilling the terms of the contract by becoming a lich. And you feel that you are capable of resisting.
A powerful lord of hell?"
"Before I sign this contract, will I be lucky enough to know which lord I will serve in the future?" The old mage subconsciously clenched his fists nervously.
"The Lord of Dis in the second level of hell - Grand Duke Disbat. He now needs enough servants to form a force in the material plane, and you are the chosen one."
The Demon of Desire had no intention of hiding it, and openly revealed the identity of the master behind it.
She believed that the other party should be very clear about the meaning of the name Grand Duke Dispater.
Hearing that he was being noticed by a hell lord, Akram Grace's wrinkled face suddenly showed an expression of disbelief, and then he couldn't help but question: "Why me? Or, do you want to
What do you want me to do?"
"It's very simple. Grand Duke Dispater hopes that you can sacrifice a person's soul to him. As long as you can do this, your soul will belong to you again." The desire demon responded with a playful look.
"Whose soul can actually interest a hell lord so much?" Akram Grace continued to test.
Although he really wanted to sign the contract at this moment, the little sense he had left kept reminding him to understand the situation first.
The desire demon stretched out a finger and lightly scratched the air, instantly creating a slightly blurry image out of thin air, and introduced calmly: "His name is Soth, and he is the goddess of poison and disease.
Lorna's only chosen one, I heard that he has recently become the chosen one of the Goddess of Magic. Oh, by the way, he is also the real manipulator behind the power of the Nelanthel Islands, and he is also one of your enemies."
"What?! Are there other forces behind the Nelanser Islands?"
Akram Grace was stunned, and finally realized why the tower owners suddenly broke out into rebellion and wanted to kill him.
No wonder the Lord of the North Tower said he was the one who made the first move.
In addition, the unusual reaction of Ximanmeng, the head of the Zhentarim Dark Intelligence Network, finally found the answer.
"You start a war rashly without knowing who the real enemy is. I really don't know whether to praise your bravery or laugh at your stupidity. But it's different now. With the help of Archduke Dispater, you can take advantage of
Before Soth captured Luskan, he rushed back to regain power and organize resistance. So hurry up and sign the contract, so that I can help you transform into a lich quickly. You must know that there is not much time left for us.
."
The desire demon urged in a slightly impatient tone.
You must know that transforming a lich is a very time-consuming and labor-intensive matter. If you don't do it quickly, it will be too late when the news of Luskan's fall comes back.
After a moment of silence, Akram Grace finally mustered up the courage to sign his name at the bottom of the contract.
Instantly!
The entire parchment turned into a blazing flame and burned up.
Almost at the same time, a bright red mark appeared on his forehead, but it only appeared for a few seconds and then quickly disappeared.
You don’t need to ask to know that this is a sign that the soul is marked by the devil.
If the agreement is not followed, the devils will be able to sense it and send out a pursuit team no matter where they are in the world.
Seeing that the contract came into effect, the desire demon handed over the entire content of the Lich Transformation Ceremony without saying a word, as well as a set of necessary materials for making a phylactery.
With her help, Akram Grace quickly made his own phylactery and eagerly began the ceremony.
……
On the other side, the anxious Xi Manmeng finally found Zuo Si on the vast sea who was heading north on a sailboat.
As soon as they met, he immediately asked aggressively: "Why did you attack our Zhentarim intelligence network? If I remember correctly, our relationship should be that of allies."
"Attack? When did I send people to attack your intelligence network?" Zuo Si pretended to be innocent.
"Stop pretending! It was under your control that Garnier issued the attack order to the concession of the red-robed wizards. Don't think I don't know that you want to use this opportunity to provoke a fight between the Zhentarim and the red-robed wizards.
war between."
Xi Manmeng was obviously a little angry.
Because since he has been in charge of the dark intelligence network for so many years, this is the first time he has been manipulated and played like a puppet.
The most important thing is that the magical power of the young man in front of me is more powerful than myself, so this anger cannot be vented at all, and I feel as frustrated as I want.
"Sorry, I don't understand what you are talking about. If the red-robed wizard attacked you, then you should go to them instead of me. In addition, I suggest you not to interfere with Luskan's affairs. Otherwise
If so, I can't guarantee whether some more serious problems will occur next." Zuo Si gave a half-serious warning.
Although so far, the Zhentarim have no intention of helping the Arcane Brotherhood, this does not mean that the other party will not suddenly attack at the last moment.
"For example?"
Xi Manmeng narrowed his eyes and probed.
Zuo Si said in a casual tone: "You should have heard that the orcs in the North are experiencing an unprecedented plague recently, and countless tribes are dying at a speed visible to the naked eye. Just imagine, if a similar situation occurs in
Zhentil Castle, what will be the outcome?"
Instantly!
Xi Manmeng's expression changed.
As a senior leader of the Zhentarim, how could he not know about this terrible plague that is spreading from the Northland to other regions?
Moreover, the plague only infects orcs and does not pose even the slightest threat to other races.
Anyone who is not a fool will understand that this is Zuo Si's revenge for the orcs and their gods who planned to ambush him.
It is precisely because of this that the belief in Talona, the goddess of poison and disease, began to spread rapidly in many towns and even barbarian tribes in the North.
Even if they originally had their own beliefs, they would build a shrine specifically for Talona and offer sacrifices to the goddess with awe.
On the one hand, they are grateful to the goddess for driving away the orc group that poses the greatest threat to their survival, and on the other hand, they hope that such a disaster will never happen to them.
Of course, Ximanmon and the top brass of the Zhentarim obviously don't care much about the expansion of the goddess of poison and disease's influence.
When they were nervous, Zuo Si actually dared to use the plague as a weapon and used it against his enemies without restraint. He had no intention of taking the orc gods seriously.
You must know that since the death of Bane, the god of tyranny, Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim no longer have a powerful god as a backing.
So they are more afraid of Zuo Si who can use the plague as a weapon than anyone else.
After a long silence, Ximanmeng finally took a deep breath to force himself to stay calm, and said in a slightly lower voice: "We can not intervene in the war between you, Luskan and the Arcane Brotherhood. But there is a prerequisite.
, that is, you cannot destroy or interfere with our intelligence collection in the North, let alone cooperate too closely with the Harpers."
"Don't worry, I don't have any sympathy for those self-righteous and self-impressed guys. In my eyes, there is actually no difference between you. If there is nothing else, please come back, no more than two days at most, Hongpao
The wizard's attacks should have stopped."
After saying that, Zuo Si waved his hand to indicate that the other party could get out.
As the forces under his command began to expand rapidly, he no longer needed the information provided by the Zhentarim.
In addition, this organization will be severely damaged in the next few years, so it is not worth wasting too much time.
On the contrary, the red-robed wizard remained silent and did not make any reaction, giving people an unfathomable feeling.
I don’t know what Sazhastan is thinking, but he remains unmoved even when the forces on the west coast are completely controlled by the enemy.
Xi Manmeng barely maintained an elegant manner and bowed with one hand on his chest, then used teleportation magic to return to his home lair.
He could feel that every time he met Zuo Si, the other party's power seemed to be growing at a rate that ordinary mages could not imagine.
If this rate continues, maybe the two parties will no longer be able to communicate on an equal footing the next time they meet.
Zuo Si didn't care at all about Xi Manmeng's worries. Instead, he asked the lich behind him without turning his head: "Is there no response from the red-robed wizard yet?"
Vanessa shook her head slightly: "No. But a guy named Edwin Odyssalon suddenly appeared in the red-robed wizard concession in Ascaltra. He may have some kind of mission, or
Or a mission from the top of the red-robed wizard."
"Edwin Odyssalon?"
Hearing this extremely familiar name, the image of a arrogant, sinister, vicious-mouthed man who likes to complain instantly came to Zuo Si's mind.
"Yes, that's the name. According to the information obtained from the prophecy magic detection, we can know that he was born in a noble family in Sere. His father is a red-robed wizard who inherited a huge family property, and his uncle is a
The governor of the province is quite powerful in Serre. Moreover, he is also the chief disciple of the conjuration faction, and he has quite good spell-casting ability at a young age."
Vanessa told all the information obtained from the investigation by other members of the organization who are good at prophecy magic.
In his opinion, both Edwin's background and the timing of his appearance proved that he was shouldering an important mission.
But Zuo Si smiled and waved his hand: "No, don't pay attention to this guy, he is not an important role at all."
"Are you sure?"
A look of surprise flashed in Vanessa's eyes.
"Yes, I'm very sure. Instead of focusing on him, it's better to pay more attention to Garnier. If nothing else happens, she should be dying soon, died of an assassination from the red-robed wizard." Zuo Siyi
Give your own judgment deeply.
Because from the moment this bald woman was controlled, her fate was already determined.
As an evil, cold and ruthless organization of spellcasters, the red robe wizards have always had only one way to deal with traitors, and that is painful and desperate death.
The chiefs don't care if you have any last resort reasons or if you fell under the enemy's charm spell.
As long as there is an actual act of betrayal, it is equivalent to being sentenced to death without even a chance to explain.
And if the circumstances are serious, relatives and the entire family will be implicated.
Vanessa shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, Garnier has no use value anymore, so let her be the bait. Besides, there is really no need to pretend to be a Zhentarim member while taking advantage of the chaos, completely
Eliminate the stronghold of these red-robed wizards?"
"It depends on the attitude and reaction of the red-robed wizard, and what kind of agreement we will reach. However, the stronghold of Baldur's Gate can be removed first. After all, I promised Habathur Delin that I would help him regain the monopoly of that place.
The magic resources in this area." Zuo Si made a decision quickly after thinking about it for a while.
"Understood. I will notify Habaser Delin and let him prepare."
Attacking a red-robed wizard's concession or stronghold may be quite difficult for ordinary adventurers and mercenaries.
Because these places are often built into strong, easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack fortresses.
In addition, there are a large number of magic items, potions, scrolls, wands and other things stored inside, so the numerical advantage is meaningless at all.
But for lichs who also possess powerful magical power, it is not difficult to capture such a fortress. The only thing they need to worry about is the reaction of the red-robed wizards.
Soon, a magic message was sent.
Habaser Delin immediately returned to his shop through teleportation magic.
Returning with him were several other core members of the Tyrantir organization.
Standing next to the window on the second floor, overlooking the red-robed wizard concession in the Hedao Port area, Habaser Delin's eyes flashed with undisguised malice, and he sneered and whispered: "I warned you before that this is my territory.
, asked you to be careful. But you did not listen to my advice. Now, prepare to face my anger."
"When are we going to do it?" A female lich asked first.
"Eight hours after dark. I need to adjust some memorized spells to ensure that I can break through the enemy's magic defense in the shortest time." Habaser Delin gave the accurate time straightforwardly.
In this way, after a long rest, several lichs finally arrived near the concession of the red-robed wizard under the cover of night.
Since the main products sold here are various low-level magic items, there are almost no civilians visiting.
Because they simply cannot afford even the cheapest items in the store.
Therefore, most of the time, the concession is quite empty and quiet.
Occasionally, mercenaries from Serge can be seen gathering in twos and threes near the bar, drinking drinks, and talking about some of the dangers they encountered during their recent missions.
You must know that the red-robed wizard's stronghold is not only used for business, but also for capturing some children with special talents and abilities, bringing them back for experiments or training them as one of their own.
Many well-known arcane users in Faerûn finally became famous after being hunted by red-robed wizards.
The most famous among them is undoubtedly the Cursed Firebringer-Sandra Xisel.
After Habaser Delin roughly confirmed that there were no outsiders inside, he immediately winked at his companion behind him.
Following closely, a lich who was good at evocation magic took two steps forward and began to chant a spell towards the solid fortress.
When the violent fluctuations in the magic network attracted the attention of the red-robed wizard inside, a huge iceberg had already formed in the sky above our heads, and then crashed down with the momentum of Mount Tai.
The next second...
Boom!!!!!!!!!
Violent tremors on the ground and deafening loud noises instantly broke the tranquility of the night.
Nine Rings Magic [Iceberg Impact]!
When dealing with large enemies and solid buildings, this spell is much more effective than [Meteor Explosion].
Looking at the red-robed wizard concession that was completely reduced to ruins, and the mercenaries and mages who were killed on the spot before they had time to escape, you will know how terrifying this thing is.
Of course, those lucky ones who activated the short-distance teleportation magic and escaped did not fare much better, and were immediately besieged by the lichs.
Since the level of the mages stationed in the concession was not very high in the first place, they were all slaughtered in three strokes, five divided by two, and not even a single person was left alive.
After all this was done, Habather Delin swept away the well-preserved magic items and coins in the ruins without ceremony, and then hung the corpses one by one on the top of the ruins to warn all those who tried to challenge themselves about the importance of gambling.
The fate of those who control the magical resources of Virtue's Gate.
When the Flame Fist mercenaries arrived, the lichs had already retreated.
Obviously, this incident made the Duke of Silver Shield, who had worked hard to invite the red-robed wizard in, feel cold all over, and his whole body was trembling slightly uncontrollably.
Although he didn't know who did it, he could also realize that since the other party dared to attack the red-robed wizard's concession, he could also kill him and his family without any effort.
"What should I do? What should I do now?" Anta Silver Shield immediately asked his political allies for help.
Duke Iltan responded with a gloomy face: "Don't ask me, I don't know either. Enemies like this are simply beyond what the Flame Fist mercenaries can deal with. I think... we might be able to ask the Nelanthel Islands for help.
."
"What? Are you crazy? The reason why we are in this situation today is all thanks to them." Duke Silver Shield roared like crazy.
"But they just want money and will not kill us. Now that things have happened, do you think we have any other choice?"
The veins on Duke Iltan's forehead swelled, and his pupils were filled with anger and violence.
Long-term pressure has inevitably made him become more and more ruthless, and he is extremely fond of the power he holds.
Just when the Duke of Silver Shields was still about to argue, Sarevok finally stood up with his mercenaries belonging to the Iron Throne, and introduced himself with a firm voice: "Why don't you leave this matter to me to investigate and deal with it?"
Let’s deal with it. I promise that I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer within a week at most.”
"You?"
Duke Iltan looked up and down at the young man in front of him.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the other person was a little different from before.
Especially the smell that was released unintentionally made me feel that there was a strong smell of blood reverberating in the air.
"That's right. I have already obtained my adoptive father's consent and plan to make a name for myself in Baldur's Gate. For such a tricky matter, the two Dukes don't have any good solutions anyway, so why don't you leave it to me to try?
Let’s give it a try. As for the remuneration and rewards, we’ll talk about it after it’s done.”
Sarevok's tone was filled with strong confidence.
Because not long ago, he had discovered the secret of his life experience, and also found the Temple of Baal located underground in the city of Baldur's Gate.
With the help of mysterious religious rituals, he not only successfully activated the divinity endowed by his biological father in his body, but also tried to strengthen it through various methods.
Feeling the powerful power bred in his body, Sarevok is no longer satisfied with being a thug on the Iron Throne, but desires to inherit Baal's vacant throne and become a god, a god of murder who is superior to all living things and mortals.
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If you want to become a god, you first need a believer, a very, very devout and pure believer.
His current plan is very simple, that is, to gain a reputation and attract many people to come to him, and then select qualified believers from them.
In this way, the divinity and power in the body will continue to increase.
When a certain critical point is reached, a war can be started, and the death and lamentation of countless people can be used as sacrifices to the gods.
In addition, he had read many books about the Year of Turmoil and the Three Gods of Death in Candlekeep, and knew that his father Baal left many brothers and sisters in the mortal world.
As long as you kill these brothers and sisters, you can take away the remaining divinity and power in their bodies.
Just like the prophecy of the wise Arandu, the descendants of the god of murder have begun to awaken, and the whole world will fall into turmoil and unrest...